Magpie nest: For Esme- with Love and Squalor by JD Salinger
‘I ignored the flashes of lightening all around me. They either had your number on them or they didn’t’
- “Heavens, no. I’m going to sing jazz on the radio and make heaps of money. Then, when I’m thirty, I shall retire and live on a ranch in Ohio.” She touched the top of her soaking-wet head with…
